Hot Shit [Cardi Solo Version]
Cardi B
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(Tay Keith, this too hard, Tay Keith, this too hard) (Tay Keith, f*ck these niggas up) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Now this that hot shit Jimmy Snuka off the top rope, superfly shit Might get in the tub with all my ice on some 'Pac shit Either way you slice it, bottom line, I'm the top bitch New Chanel, I rock it, twist it, that ain't even out yet All this jewelry at the grocery store, I'm obnoxious Bought a home and closin' on another, I know I'm blessed Everybody wanna be gang, ain't no spots left Bad bitch contest, it wouldn't be a contest (Ooh, smokin' dope) I'm connected I don't know what's longer, man, my blocklist or my checklist I don't know what's colder, man, my heart or my necklace Pretty when I wake up, I'm a bad bitch at breakfast Still might slide on a opp (it's electric) Hatin' didn't work so they lied (so they lied) These bitches lookin' hurt and they fried (and they fried) I know they wouldn't miss 'em if they died Tell 'em, "Move, move, move" New Chanel on my body, it's a boost I'm so poppin', I don't ever gotta get introduced ('duced) One thing I never call a bitch for is a truce (truce) Brand new chopper, can't wait to put that bitch to use (Use) Oof (oof) Checks comin' fast, I'm like swoosh (swoosh) Ooh (Ooh) Give 'em to me straight, hundred proof (proof) I thought I killed you hoes before, it must be deja vu It's either that or I'm catchin' body number two Rap shit got boring, they been asking for me (hmm) Mami, motor, model, mo', now back to money (hmm) Shooters know it ain't no app if I say tag 'em for me (wah, wah) I get real hilarious when hoes be acting funny (hmm) Fresh out the runway with that motherfuckin' garment I can smell the ooh, smell the model in the armpit New bag is a Telfar, Cullinan is Death Star Parent-teacher conference, I'm dressed like it's the Met Ball I said I had that WAP, who got offended? Summer drop, bitch Only ho I listen to is me and my conscious New bag got some freckles, ooh, that's the ostrich Thought I was the victim, I'm the killer, it's a plot twist, bitch (brra) This that motherfucking hot shit Jimmy Snuka off the top rope, superfly shit Might get in the tub with all my ice on some 'Pac shit Bad bitch contest, it wouldn't be a contest, woo This that motherfucking hot shit, yeah This that motherfucking hot shit, yeah Bitch is bad and I'm a bop, bitch Yeah, yeah F*ck her in Dubai shit Oof (ooh) Checks comin' fast, I'm like swoosh (swoosh) Ooh (ooh) Give 'em to me straight, hundred proof (proof) I thought I killed you hoes before, it must be deja vu It's either that or I'm catchin' body number two
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Written by: Belcalis Marlenis Almanzar, Brytavious Chambers, Durk Derrick Banks, Jorden Thorpe, Kanye West, Marquell Ushon Jones, Neville Livingston
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